People will really be like, “Yeah I love rarepairs” and name check like a ship with thousands of fics. You’re not ready for real rarepairs ok if you saw the rarepairs I ship you’d throw up.
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Harry: I’ve never had a friend before, and my relatives don’t like me.
Ron: You are my best friend now. I will take you away from those wretched people and bring you into my family. Then we’ll make more friends and go on adventures together. One day, I will marry you in front of the whole world, and we then we have cute little green-eyed ginger babies and live happily ever after.
Harry: We just met like a minute ago, but sure, I’m in.
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Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
sure beginning.
Maya Angelou
I can’t believe he thought of Jamie’s laugh b4 he died im gonna DIEEEEEE okay like paco ships it how is it SO UNDERRATED. Uhm yeah.
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they hurt me,,,,, like,,, sm,,,,,,,, HMU IF YOU WANNA TALK ABT THEM!!!!! FR!!!!!!!!
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Today Mia reads Finally, You and I (Collide) (AO3 | Fic Post) by @lululawrence
Funny how Louis could sum up everything he’d had with Zayn so easily.
Ex. One syllable, two letters. Fourteen years of friendship and marriage and everything else they had been to each other, put together and explained to anyone who asked with that one tiny word. Ex. Ex-Best Friend. Ex-Lover. Ex-Husband. Ex-everything, really. Zayn had truly become his everything, and Louis still ached in the spaces within that used to be filled by him, even all these years later.
Sometimes love was a bitch.
Or the five times Louis was accidentally wooed by cookies and the one time he was purposefully wooed by brownies.
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The beginning of their relationship was full of these moments. The question is, does Luna know what she’s doing or— 🤔
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pairing : steve harrington x chrissy cunningham
summary : steve and chrissy are experts at avoiding boredom at their parents' country club. while on a mission to raid the club's storeroom for alcohol, they have to escape chrissy's mother, but may not be able to escape their undeniable chemistry.
tags : friends to lovers, country club shenanigans, light underage drinking, almost caught, tooth-rotting fluff, confessionals, happy ending
wordcount: ~5k & Inspired by this post!
full fic on ao3
Sneak preview:
And there he was, front and center, wearing someone else’s patchwork tweed cap and leaning against the long rack with a smirk: Steve Harrington in all his glory and adorably stupid shenanigans.
“Took you long enough, Bonnie,” he said, twirling his pair of sunglasses like a toy. “Ready for our next caper?”
She squinted, approaching him with a sly expression, and crushed the borrowed hat over his ears. “Oh, Clyde—seems you finally found something nice to cover your outrageous hair.”
“You like? I was thinking of asking the Crypt Keeper of this monstrosity if I can borrow it sometime for a date…”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she laughed. The coat closet had been their meeting place for well over a year now. It was far from luxurious, reeking of mothballs, a stringent mixture of perfume, and a whiff of grandma's house. In the winter, their hangout was often soaked by melting snow and they'd have to remember not to rub up against the wet coats and ruin their cover.
But there were major pros to meeting in this closet. No one really went in there after these events commenced except for a few of the staff, and they didn’t seem to mind the two teenagers as long as they kept a low profile. Her fingers traced the edge of Mrs. Polk’s cashmere scarf; she always wore it with her signature blue peacoat. She pressed the material, letting it melt between her fingertips.
Steve watched her, silently smiling at his own joke, she supposed. God, his eyes were pretty. She looked to the scarf in her grasp.
“Sooo,” Chrissy said. “How will we be surviving today? What’s the grand plan, King Steve?”
In her periphery, Steve nodded solemnly, replacing the hat back over the numbered hook she hoped was the correct one. “I think it’s time.”
“Time? Time for what?”
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